JINGLE ON MY SON!

4.10.10

Keep an eye on the Martini Tower for mewhile I struggle with my life.I still miss the smell of fishand the smoke of the Huis de Beurs.I will be back, with another song,for Mister Wilcox’s Liberation Tour.I will be ready for that Pancake Shipand the drunken stools of O’Ceallaigh’s.

Keep an eye on the Martini Tower for mewhile I work out which view to see.I will be shouting in a twin-townand killing my time with romance.I will be smashing through politiciansand drowning in red lights.I will be rehearsing poems,forgetting how real life hurts.

Keep an eye on the Martini Tower for me,I’m tearing up coasts to greet you.You’ll see my ghost in Schipol,with a pint of strong blood in a glass.I’m on my way back to Groningen ,with the smack of three kisses on me,to shake the warm hand of a city poet,to piss in the face of a heckler.

Keep an eye on the Martini Tower for me,I was happy in the Land of Cockaigne.I could see clowns on a dismal dayand blondes in a sea of black.I met a Grey Man with a girl of nineteenand I asked him to show me the way.I saw an old hand hack the guts from a beastand sucked a cigar to be kind.

Keep an eye on the Martini Tower for me,don’t let her fly away.I need her to hold my life together,I crave her to show me the way.I want her to lean my fragile bones against,I need history to guide my feet.I have left a careworn scarf with you,keep it warm for when I come back.

KEITH ARMSTRONG

Groningen.

(as sung by Gary Miller)

Hello Keith!

Am still impressed about Herr Huber and that poem about you and the pig-farmers playing in the airplane.... very very nice and impressive.I told about your poems sunday afternoon a friend, she's living in Haren.... . look, what you did... :-)

Was very nice meeting you in the Charly Dickens room in Haren last friday, am happy I visited your performance. And yes, hope to meet you again, with some new poems aside of course, if possible.